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[kingcenred]

@curse-of-frell continued from [x]

Smirking, he watched as Elliot approached him and he eagerly deepened the kiss. He kissed him thoroughly, for long enough to get both their hearts racing and for Cenred's eyes to darken with desire. "That goes without saying," he eventually murmured, pulling back only a fraction so their lips brushed together as he spoke.

"But a second gift awaits you in the stables," he explained, and he untangled himself from Elliot though not before giving his backside a generous squeeze. "Shall we go see it now? I am sure you cannot possibly guess what I've bought you," he joked, reaching out to take his hand. "Happy Birthday to my favourite bed warmer," he smirked.

[bratxprincexlestat]

@curse-of-frell ;; Valentine's Day starter

kind of inspo

"It feels like yesterday you came to pick up your sister and caught my eye" Only Lestat could be in the ridiculous situation of having been set up with someone's sister six weeks ago, said sister and him finding that they had a lot in common, too much in common such as being pretty set on their work commitments and agreeing that perhaps they were better off not attempting to blend their hectic rotas together....and when Elliot turned up for Lestat to outright flirt so shamelessly with him as to get the man to agree to a Valentine's Day date. He was retired, he would return to the medical field soon...other things that Lestat probably should have listened to instead of imagining those soft lips kissing him. Oh, one day he and Ella might laugh about it...it was funny.

They spoke online mostly, texted...and finally it was Valentine's Day.

He had asked Elliot out, he said yes but only yes if Lestat was to come to a pub quiz night and to Lestat it did not matter where they went, heck he found it attractive that Elliot had such confidence as to set the date on his own terms. Perhaps it was a test as to have Lestat out of his element,perhaps it was a boundary that yes they could go on a date but Elliot did not want something overly mushy yet...and yet Lestat brought him a red rose and kissed his cheek when they met outside and entered together. "I hope you are not relying on my for politics or sports. I know nothing of football.."

[gothamsjestersiren]

☹ - for Elliot for drama~

☹ - for an angsty kiss

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Harley wasn’t jealous. She had told herself early on that she couldn’t be jealous with Elliot. They had their fun. Nights spent drinking to the point of drunkenness, dancing for hours until their preferred clubs closed. It was simple and it was safe.

Harley didn’t think she wanted anything more with Elliot, but sometimes she still felt a slight twinge of pain in her heart seeing him flirt with other people. This was one of those times.

She wasn’t sure if was because Elliot seemed so into it, or because the other person was hanging all over him, but Harley wasn’t having as much fun as she thought she would.

After enough time watching that Harley finished her drink in a quick swallow and walked over to her friend. She tapped on his shoulder to get his attention before taking Elliot’s face in her hands and giving him a hungry, almost desperate kiss. She pulled away just enough to look at him. “I gotta bounce. Ya got enough cash for a ride home?”

[krypptonian]

☀️-- The art gallery was beautiful. Even just looking around was nice, but he could afford to look around himself after the job was done. He had statements to get, and Jimmy was snagging some photos.

Clark, for his part, had already found the gallery manager and was prepping his recorder. "All right Ms. Frell, I just have a few questions for the paper and then we'll be all set."

@curse-of-frell // starter call

[belowlondon]

Continued from x | @curse-of-frell

Bucky shot a glance over at Elliot--who looked exactly as he had the last time he had seen him--and rolled his eyes at him. Though he prickled a little as he continued. "Me? Lose my edge?" He said in a mocking tone. Okay, so he'd been out of the game for a bit while he played politician, but he was back. Doing what he was meant to be doing. So what was he doing here when his team needed him?

His gaze returned sharply to Elliot, lips pressed together because he knows what's coming. Knows what he's going to say, and there it was. That old sting. His hands curled up into fists, but he'd been dreaming about it lately, that last time they'd been together. They were supposed to get out together. That had been the plan, but it had gone wrong, so fucking wrong and Elliot had... He tore his gaze away from him, closing his eyes for just a moment. "You always were such an asshole," he muttered under his breath. Not that he wasn't right, he let out a breathe through clenched teeth and pushed himself back up, pushing past the light-headedness and ignoring the black spots dotting his vision. He could do this. He had to do this. It wasn't just him anymore. He had a team and they were relying on him. "I've got this," he said, becoming steady on his feet and his first few steps are slow, but then he picks up the pace and he's back in the fight.

After, when it's all done, he looks back at the wall, checking to see if Elliot was still there, his chest aching with the need to see him again. God, he must really be losing it.

[mightiestxheroes]

Continued from x || @curse-of-frell Meeting Elliot was always an unexpected pleasure. It was rare that he slept with anyone more than once, but Elliot was one of those rare exceptions. Fun and sex (and the sex was always fantastic). But that was all it was between them. Nothing complicated, just a fellow soul who was equally or possibly more fucked up than him who wanted to forget about the past and not think too hard about the future.

The night was a blur of drinks, gambling, and tangled limbs. He doesn't know what time they'd gotten back to his hotel room, but there was in no way they had gotten nearly enough sleep given the state they had been in. "Mmmm," he groaned at his name, already falling back asleep until the kick caused eyes to fly open with a soft, "Fuck," immediately wincing at the light. God, he felt like he'd been hit by a truck, everything was sore, and his head felt like it was still swimming in alcohol. The last thing he wanted was to be conscious, and groaned again as he rolled over. Bleary-eyed he looked up Elliot, "Please tell me you're waking me up because the world is ending?"

[heretoboogie]

"You getting cold? Need a blanket?" - Elliot

Cam shook his head, the tip of his cigarette illuminating his face. "I'm fine," he muttered, for good measure, and looked up at the sharp sliver of the waxing moon.

He was actually quite cold. May nights were not as summery as one might hope. Didn't matter, though. Campbell didn't deserve the comfort of a blanket anyway. If some numb fingers right now meant he wouldn't do something worse later, he figured that was a very responsible decision of him.

"Ef ye wan' a blanket, there's at least one on th'sofa, I think?" He shot Elliot a slow smile.

[brooklyn-duo]

"Don't you want life to be exciting?" - Elliot to Steve @curseoffrell

Steve glances up at him and is quiet for a long moment, “I don’t know..life has been a little too exciting for a while now for my tastes, sometimes I miss the boring life back in Brooklyn”

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